"I'm Blank-ing my head off"

Last I checked there have been very few people who have been decapitated due to any of the following:

• laughing
• dancing
• screwing
• etc.

The closest epithet to reality might possibly be: "Dancing my ass off," depending on how fast and long one is dancing for.

"You wear your heart on your sleeve"

Picture this: Blood rolling down the sides of a hand; it drips down splashing delicately onto the top of a foot; a heart pumps to the beat of a metronome. The cuff of your shirt sleeve is dyed a deep pinot noir. The room is silent, save for the pulsating beat of that metronome and the slow drip-drip-drip crashing to the floor. It's the sort of silence that causes you to hear everything. With each passing moment the risk of infection increases, so you can't wear it out for too long. You might die — so we don't do it. We don't risk our health in hopes of clinging tightly to our humanity. We want to last a bit longer. Don't worry that we might not be living at all. But we all die anyway, so what's the difference? The difference is all in how it happens. Most people don't want to die of a broken heart, dried out, raw from waiting outside too long. We don't wear our hearts on our sleeves because we can't.

"A Leopard Cannot Change Its Spots."

True.

But, wouldn't it be cool to see it try?

I feel that way about most things. Honestly. I can say with certainty that most people don't change their ways regardless of intention; so what could make something as specific and innate as leopard spots possibly give way to stripes? The answer: Nothing.

The best part, however, of a saying such as this, is that desire to see a leopard try to change. What could it possibly do? The answer: Nothing. But the notion that a desire for change, while it can change exactly nothing, is intriguing.

This guy (link) says otherwise, but, hey, what does he know? Probably wears pinstripes. Am I right, or am I right?

Mother Knows Best.

People are just people. As we get older it becomes more evident that no one really knows anything more or less than anyone else based on their familial status. Time might give you a few more goes at understanding, but let's face it, we're all in this together. The sooner we take a step back and realize our parents aren't the end all be all of knowledge, the better off we'll be.

Apologies.

I'm sorry for writing that poem in my last post. That was terrible, and while, it makes me laugh as I reread it, I know it's just No good. Pas bien. No bueno.